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Tinafornea nodded in comprehension. "No one is capable of stopping him?" She asked, and an idea grew in her mind. "Maybe I could speak to him; a lot of people have told me I'm extremely reasonable and I do use common sense."

"I don't know that would be safe", Jasper said lowly, concern rising in his chest.
"Besides, speaking to a stranger would probably anger him further; he's very private about their death", he said, automatically assuming Tinafornea would understand he was referring to the passing of their parents.

Tinafornea silently thought, placing her finger up to her chin. "Maybe you should get him to come here, and I can always be around you while he's here. If he tries to attack you, I can get out of his way for a while."

Jasper nodded once, very slowly. He hesitated, allowing his eyes to meet with Tinafornea's. "Thank you", he said, almost whispering at his low tone. There wasn't one specific thing he was thanking her for, but more for everything entirely. He wouldn't have blamed her if she either attempted to kill him or ran after he'd attacked her in the cafeteria. New presence. Close. Dangerous. Suddenly and instinctively, he pushed her out of the way as an arrow came in their direction. Poisoned silver tip. Thirty inches. The arrow struck his chest. Hunter. 6.5 feet. Fully armed. Accompanied by two. Blood began to pour from his wound, a dark but clear tone, a mixture between red and black ... and then they emerged from the shadows. Two male, and one female - hunters.

You have got to be kidding me, Tinafornea thought with a slight scowl. "Listen," She said as she took a step forward to the hunters, the female one glaring at her while the other two men placed their weapons towards Tinafornea. "We're not actually here to fight, so if you could please go, that'd be great." Tinafornea said with a slight sarcastic tone in her voice.

Jasper felt a rush of dizziness surge through his veins; his heart pounding in his head in a way that could never be explained. Being a Dhampir, the pain was somehow reduced to some extent, but too much loss of blood could be a large problem. He was lying on his chest, which had snapped the end of the arrow as he fell. Clenching his fingers around the grass, he forced himself to stagger to his feet.

Trinette glanced over at Jasper quickly before she glared at the hunter who had shot at him, the hunter falling onto his knees in pain. His veins popped from his head all the way down to his neck, making her flinch in disgust. "Stay calm, it'll prevent from the poison from flowing quicker," Trinette murmured.

Jasper kept as still and calm as possible, leaning back against the closest tree as he curled his fingers around the snapped arrow, sticking only a few inches out of his chest. He could feel the poison gradually spreading beneath his skiin; a cold, cruel and sharp sensation through his veins.

Trinette glanced over at Jasper with a worried tinge in her eyes, but quickly looked back over at the two hunters, the third one had already died of the pain. "You killed him!" The female hunter shrieked as she knelt down by the hunter's body, her eyes becoming a deep red. "I didn't mean to," Trinette murmured lowly, then noticed the male hunter was coming towards her, but suddenly their slowed down dramatically; she had slowed down time.

Jasper felt his eyes light up slightly as the hunters slowed down, as if his vision had only just returned to him; and it was as if the world was in slow-motion, until he realised it was only those two who were slowly dragging themselves through the atmosphere, appearing almost as if they were being pulled back by an invisible rope. How did you do that? Unable to access Trinette's mind, he barely even listened for a response, and immediately ceased in his brief attempt to enter. The sharp, icy pain returned through his veins; an inhumane scream shrieked in his ears, every bone in his body becoming cold. It's having a different effect on me ... it must be my species. Or - He slowly pulled his hand away from his wounded chest, staring down to see his bloodstained fingertips, and the dark liquid resting in the lines across his palm. It singed the surface of his skin where the blood rested, mixed with a single silver droplet: poison. But as the pain grew stronger, stranger, he realised something. It's not just poison ... Not what hunters regularly use, at least. That's when the burning started; screaming beneath his skin.